Quotation from: The Gods of Mars

Written by: Edgar Rice Burroughs


"I thank God that you are not dead," I said. "I feared for that
nasty cut upon your head."


"It but stunned me," he replied. "A mere scratch."


"Maybe it were as well had it been final," I said. "We seem to be
in a pretty fix here with a splendid chance of dying of starvation
and thirst."


"Where are we?"

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